done so be it,” Bo said, a
fiery determination entering his stride that had him inching ahead of the
hologram. “And I want exclusive training facilities. I don’t even want to see
someone else working out around us. Food in our quarters…no,
shared quarters. We stay together for everything.”
“I like where your head’s at…and I’m wonder why we
haven’t done this before.”
“We did back in basic. Since then we’ve had a military
to lead.”
“Point. Any
suggestions on who to draft?”
“We need Aaron for Ikrid. No one is better than him. And Sara…for sex appeal.”
Jason blew out a laugh between breaths, not expecting
Bo to throw in a joke at the moment…but then again he should have known better.
Sarcasm was almost as dear to Archons as sugar.
Bo coasted to a stop near the start line and
deactivated his hologram, cutting his workout short and drawing a raised
eyebrow from Jason. “Let’s get our team set now, before they have a chance to
take off.”
“Paul’s already on his way to orbit,” Jason told him.
“I’ll find Aaron, you grab whoever else you want…or
can.”
“Go,” Bo prompted, restarting his run as he headed for
the exit. The pair split and literally ran off through Atlantis, tracking down
as many trailblazers and strikers as they could in person or remotely,
including those in the pyramid and elsewhere in the system.
Jason was able to convince Aaron to stay, thankfully,
but Sara and Greg were already gone and Riona, naturally, had went with Paul. A few others that hadn’t heard yet Jason and
Bo got to, but they all declined, knowing how important it was to get to the
front ahead of the Skarrons so they weren’t late to the party. Ultimately they
were able to find a handful of willing and eager volunteers…though none of them
liked sitting back out of combat, but they all understood the importance of
what had to be done and committed themselves to it fully.
In the end there were eight of them. Jason, Bo, Aaron, Emily, Kiran, David-441, Rikku-452, and
Vermaire…who sought them out after he heard what was going on. With
Wilson’s blessing they kicked the trainees out of a small piece of Atlantis and
cordoned it off giving only the 8 of them access save for a handful of couriers
who would bring in foodstuffs, training gear, and whatever else they needed
while they were busy and drop off the crates for them to use later.
The restricted zone included a small number of
quarters, with the 8 of them choosing those neighboring each other, literally
keeping them within a few meters of each other down the same hallway. They
deactivated the terminals in the zone and kept a handful of datapads around so
they could send out requisitions and correspond with Wilson, who occasionally
stopped by to offer insights or to monitor their progress. Other than that they
put themselves into a complete blackout and focused on their workouts and team
camaraderie…for they knew well and Wilson emphasized…that in order to really
press their abilities, psionic and otherwise, they had to calibrate each person
into the team unit which until now had never existed.
They had to form bonds, learn tendencies, and spot
weaknesses in order to strengthen the group as a whole, and doing that took
time, meaning they would be training both their individual selves as well as
each other into a workout and sparring machine…which would need challenges. Lots and lots of challenges.
Wilson volunteered to see to that, ordering a slew of
new construction in the surrounding areas of Atlantis to facilitate their needs
so the 8 of them could focus on beating the challenges rather than designing
them. That was the role Wilson had always taken, and did so now gladly, knowing
that an individual had to fight the challenge from a fresh perspective rather
than knowing beforehand how to beat it. It was a blind spot that he wasn’t
going to let them have…which could very well result in them coming up with new
ways to
fiery determination entering his stride that had him inching ahead of the
hologram. “And I want exclusive training facilities. I don’t even want to see
someone else working out around us. Food in our quarters…no,
shared quarters. We stay together for everything.”
“I like where your head’s at…and I’m wonder why we
haven’t done this before.”
“We did back in basic. Since then we’ve had a military
to lead.”
“Point. Any
suggestions on who to draft?”
“We need Aaron for Ikrid. No one is better than him. And Sara…for sex appeal.”
Jason blew out a laugh between breaths, not expecting
Bo to throw in a joke at the moment…but then again he should have known better.
Sarcasm was almost as dear to Archons as sugar.
Bo coasted to a stop near the start line and
deactivated his hologram, cutting his workout short and drawing a raised
eyebrow from Jason. “Let’s get our team set now, before they have a chance to
take off.”
“Paul’s already on his way to orbit,” Jason told him.
“I’ll find Aaron, you grab whoever else you want…or
can.”
“Go,” Bo prompted, restarting his run as he headed for
the exit. The pair split and literally ran off through Atlantis, tracking down
as many trailblazers and strikers as they could in person or remotely,
including those in the pyramid and elsewhere in the system.
Jason was able to convince Aaron to stay, thankfully,
but Sara and Greg were already gone and Riona, naturally, had went with Paul. A few others that hadn’t heard yet Jason and
Bo got to, but they all declined, knowing how important it was to get to the
front ahead of the Skarrons so they weren’t late to the party. Ultimately they
were able to find a handful of willing and eager volunteers…though none of them
liked sitting back out of combat, but they all understood the importance of
what had to be done and committed themselves to it fully.
In the end there were eight of them. Jason, Bo, Aaron, Emily, Kiran, David-441, Rikku-452, and
Vermaire…who sought them out after he heard what was going on. With
Wilson’s blessing they kicked the trainees out of a small piece of Atlantis and
cordoned it off giving only the 8 of them access save for a handful of couriers
who would bring in foodstuffs, training gear, and whatever else they needed
while they were busy and drop off the crates for them to use later.
The restricted zone included a small number of
quarters, with the 8 of them choosing those neighboring each other, literally
keeping them within a few meters of each other down the same hallway. They
deactivated the terminals in the zone and kept a handful of datapads around so
they could send out requisitions and correspond with Wilson, who occasionally
stopped by to offer insights or to monitor their progress. Other than that they
put themselves into a complete blackout and focused on their workouts and team
camaraderie…for they knew well and Wilson emphasized…that in order to really
press their abilities, psionic and otherwise, they had to calibrate each person
into the team unit which until now had never existed.
They had to form bonds, learn tendencies, and spot
weaknesses in order to strengthen the group as a whole, and doing that took
time, meaning they would be training both their individual selves as well as
each other into a workout and sparring machine…which would need challenges. Lots and lots of challenges.
Wilson volunteered to see to that, ordering a slew of
new construction in the surrounding areas of Atlantis to facilitate their needs
so the 8 of them could focus on beating the challenges rather than designing
them. That was the role Wilson had always taken, and did so now gladly, knowing
that an individual had to fight the challenge from a fresh perspective rather
than knowing beforehand how to beat it. It was a blind spot that he wasn’t
going to let them have…which could very well result in them coming up with new
ways to
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